That year, he passionately vowed to kill all the demons for the gods, and his blood dyed the sky red;
That year, he sealed her with his own hands with a single stroke, and her black hair turned into white hair overnight.
That year, he cultivated and became an immortal. Beams of sunlight shone on him. From then on, there was a god in the world, called Yanxue.
Seventy thousand years later, he sat in the main hall of the Yuqing Sect, looked into the distance, and murmured: I'll wait for you.
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